RON'S REALLY BAD DAY
One day Ron woke up. He bumped his head on the end of the bed. He got off of the wrong side, hit his face into the wall and got a bloody nose. He tripped on the sheets and he put his shirt on the wrong way so he was stuck in a very uncomfortable position until Prof. McGonagall had to cut the shirt of with a pair of very sharp scissors poking Ron many times. They had run out of band-aids so Ron had to use pieces of toilet paper. As Ron went to his trunk to get his clothes, he found a very muddy Crookshanks, asleep all over his clothes. The only robe he had left was huge but it was better than going to class naked. Ron decided to pin it up but had a very hard time seen as he stabbed himself with it in numerous places.
He had 8 pop quizzes and failed them all. He kept tripping on his giant garb and his nose would not stop bleeding. Malfoy constantly made fun of him. Prof. Snape kept him late after class lecturing him non-stop for 1/2 and hour so by the time he got to lunch, his food was cold and hard. "Oh Hermione!" he wailed, "I'm having the worst day ever!"
"Shut up Ron!" Hermione snapped back, "All you ever do is whine! 'Me, me, me!' That's all you care about! What about me? What about my needs? Some friend you are!"
"Be quiet both of you!" Harry scolded, "They're announcing the best-most-perfect-brilliant-student award!"
"Well duh they're going to pick you Harry! Nobody ever cares about the 1/2 blood!" Hermione went wailing out of the room, smashing into Ron causing his food to fly into his face.
"And the winner is..." Prof. McGoagall dragged it out, "Harry Potter!" Cheers from the Gryffindor table and boos from the Slytherins filled the room. "Oh Harry!" Cho Chang coed into Harry's ear, "I love a best-most-perfect-brilliant guy!" And gave him a big smack on the lips.
"Oooooooooooooooooooooo" everyone said. Just then, Ron's veela crush from Beauxbatons came in. "Oh 'arry! You are just so wonduful! But 'o ees the loozer sitting ofer there?" She pointed strait to Ron. Everyone was laughing at him. He ran out of the dinning hall and tripped twice and both times Filch and Mrs. Norris yelled at him.
Later on in transfigurations, they were turning bunnies into chainsaws and Ron cut his arm off. When he went over to Hagrid's house, it started to rain and he caught pneumonia. "Hagrid? Can I come in?" he asked, "I've been having the worst day!"
"No, you filthy little boy!" Hagrid said in a high pitched civilized voice, "You'll track mud every where! Shoo! Shoo! Off with you then!" Ron trudged back to the castle, falling down, slipping, etc. until he finally made it.
The rest of the day went down hill from there. He spilt acid on his hand and Filch punished him for tracking it on the ground. He got a letter from his mum saying he was to spend the summer with the Dursleys and pretty-boy Harry got to stay in his place at his home. Then he was made to sweep every speck of dust in the castle with his one arm so he missed dinner. Numerous times he got lost and had to fight off evil demons without his wand and got punished even more. When he was done, his other arm was so tired that it fell of too. As he made his way back to the Gryffindor tower, he hurt himself even more. The Fat Lady informed him that he had been expelled from Hogwarts and all of his positions had been given to charity. As Ron went to say goodbye to his friends, Hermione just wailed, "No body cares about my needs!" and Harry laughed at him. Cho Chang randomly walked in and said, "Oh Harry, that was sick," and left. Ron spent the night at a bus stop and to this day lives as the tribal leader of a band of hobos.
THE END